User blog comment:Lathagarr Stormgale of Tronn/Arena: The RPG/@comment-3135907-20110901213601

Hearing the musty iron gate lift Bavlid walks out into the temporarily blinding sunlight. He listens to Gallius talking with Onepaw then watches Onepaw hurry off toward the Challenge Arena. He feels his raggedy cloak that was once lovely and soft at the start of his imprisonment. "Arr," he says approaching Gallius. "Yew got a weighted net an' trident `ereabouts?"